Broken Bird Lyrics

Salad Broken Bird

The backroom card
game under smoky mobiles
                                The lift attendent
who's been riding for miles
                                   Safari season
is upon us once more
                                  The lion's share
to the man by the door
                                  She twists her
body like a broken bird
                                And staggers to
the lift without a single word
                                   Her taking
leave of the spinning room
                                 Leaves rain
unwatched under eyeing moon
                                  In third floor
peace dwelling on he fate
                             She dents the side of
the bed with her sparrow weight
                                  She twists her
body like a broken bird
                               And cranes her neck
down slowly to the water
                                 As luck would
have it she desired that man
                               So she threw away
hearts to weaken her hand
                                  The winner in a
grey suit fills the frame
                                 Unaware that
she's still playing her game
                                  She twists her
body like a broken bird
                                 As waves roll up
the shore and break softly